By the end of the summer of 1973 I thought it was virtually impossible for South Vietnam to survive. How in the heck could they?

I haven't yet figured out how I was made first captain, because I was not an outstanding student. I was an adequate student.

I see battlefields that are under 24-hour real or near-real time surveillance of all types. I see battlefields on which we can destroy anything we can locate through instant communications and almost instantaneous application of highly lethal firepower.

I've made this statement many times: If I would have to do it over again, I would have made known the forthcoming Tet Offensive.

They're asking women to do impossible things. I don't believe women can carry a pack, live in a foxhole, or go a week without a bath.

We'll blast them back into the stone ages!

Anytime it was advertised that I was going to be at a particular place, the radicals would be there, the cameras with TV news.